When I say I’m fine,
I’m truly not.
I just want to break down at every thought
I’d even give you the bed while I took the cot.
I’m exhausted, and I’ve constantly fought,
Overthinking everything that is constantly brought,
To perspective.
I’m not ready to leave
My thoughts are not collected but,
You pull my heart strings, while mine are deflected.
I’m around your finger
And I’ve been detected.
I feel washed up
And never respected.
I feel like a useless pet that is constantly neglected
To be honest,
Why wasn’t I rejected?
But I’m always subjected
Like a ricochet, always redirected
I’m a piece of s***
And I’ll never be perfected.
I’m a worthless piece of trash
Now that’s seeing it from my perspective.